"You applying?"Her grin turned to laughter. "Hmmm! I just might. I always fancied a sugar daddy!" Aren't sugar daddies supposed to be rich? If so, it ...ounts me out." Damn!" She grinned again. "Looks as if my luck's out then too." Don't you mean mine is out?" I laughed with her as I finally made it through the door. Similar comments and repartee accompanied me all the way to my desk, the worst, or best, depending how I look at it, came, predictably, from Sam.She finished with a lovely comment.. She looked at her computer, hesitating. She was only curious about him, after all, so she sat and started to search. She googled his name, but was surprised to see how many Paul Saltzingers there were. And no way to know one from the other. “How would my kids search?” Facebook. Of course! She opened her rarely-used Facebook account. She hardly knew how to use it, but poked around until she found how to search. Again, quite a few Paul Saltzingers, but this time she could click on them and see. .............., ‘It looks like him,’............., ‘we have to be sure or the Dark Lord will kill us.’ Harry heard these voices as if they were a million miles away as his eyes flickered open. His hands were tied behind his back and he seemed to be chained to a wooden chair as he looked around the room. He seemed to be in an impressive looking living room, with high windows that were covered by thick looking velvet curtains. A fire was crackling in the marble fireplace and a stone slab had. .. As a kite by then," I screamed at the top of my lungs.The laughter in the small space came from the other six members of my crew."Holy shit, Commander. Remind me never to invite you to go karaoke singing with me," exclaimed Captain Martin, who occupied the command seat to my right."Remy, you cut me to the quick," I said dramatically. However, deep down, inside my mission had been accomplished.The reason for my outburst was to lighten the mood. I was sitting on top of a stack of rocket motors.